What’s the world’s greatest lie?… It’s this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. Paolo Coehlo i left my phone at home this morning. as walked my buddy, henry, i noticed all the sounds around me –…

you are here because there’s something that you need something that you seek – something that you want to know and understand something that you’ve tasted before, but which feels blended away by time and memory something that your heart aches for something that feels so far from you but is so absolutely near …

we sat in a circle around her on the cold, hard linoleum floor… leaning forward just enough to catch her words – magical, mythical, mystical words that rose in esoteric verse. all the while, we sat perfectly still in the dark and the candle flickered and her face was all-aglow in light and shadow. …

it wasn’t a place where i could arrive. there was no indication that i was here. all there was, was an instant of awakening – where all the information was seen in clarity, without obstructions. there was wide view, totality and trust in what lay beyond the perimeters of sight. this is what made these experiences so important –…

…as i turned the corner into the next plateau, i came upon a temple held standing by four pillars whose answers rested on the beliefs of my mind, the science of the cosmos, the infinite love and compassion of my heart and the beauty of all things. together, they formed a harmony that was carried…

my mothers hands held me, carried me, consoled me and wiped my tears. they cooked for me, cleaned for me and were always there to show me how. how they are strong how i can see the life they have lived how they have revealed the essence in her that is also in me.…

every morning when i wake up, i surrender my dreams. i’m coaxed open by the sun streaming in through the slits of the shutters and the once dark interior space is replete with light. i linger in that sweet spot – the dark, vast room behind my eyes that’s yet to fill with lists and plans or the injustices carried…

another plateau – another false summit – with much information, insight and gifts. from here, we can see the beauty in the arduous journey so far we have tasted it with our sweat, our will and our spirit. it’s here that we will stop, take off our backpacks, lay down our sticks. go…

there is a silence before the big snow comes … a stillness in the air, a smell and a glow … a foreshadowing of impending pause. my father in law passed this morning, just shy of 83. he had a massive stroke almost 3 weeks ago, and, after many decisions, much confusion – the…